Sunset at Stonehenge Ruins by Ryan Fox

For my most favourite day of the year…

Let me rest my back against your cold stone
And watch the sun rise in front of us.
I cannot hear you breathe but you live
And I feel everything of you as we stand here together, your
Ancient blood seeping into my living veins telling
Of all that has come before
And all that promises to be.

It is a beautiful dawn.

Perhaps later, as the sun dwindles,
I shall lie here in this field of grass
Under your shadow, at your altar,
And watch as the world begins to grow dark
Begins to grow silent
Begins to grow cold,
Is bought to heel again,

And remember this magic.


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